Mandy the Morlock: Prelude - Sex Stories

Mandy the Morlock: Prelude

... thighs and leaned in to the aforementioned metaphorical chalice. He took his lubricated Eucharist with the passion of a convert, and I threw my head back, uttering only decorous and ladylike moans.

(Mostly.)

Just before it got really good he abruptly stood up. He undid his trousers, and I went a little crosseyed as his rigid manhood flopped out and booped me on the nose. I had just enough slack to lean forward a little, and so I did, wrapping my lips around him and twiddling my tongue under the base of his head. Just as he began to gasp, I leaned back again, until just the tip was sitting against my lips, and looked teasingly up to his eyes. With a warning glare, he stepped forward and grabbed my hair - and I could instantly tell that he had been on Tumblr and seen that video where Kate McKinnon is shown how a lady's hair should be pulled. He leaned in, working himself deeper into my mouth with each thrust, until he abruptly pulled back and made quite a mess of my face and chest. He paused to admire his handiwork, beaming, before stuffing himself away and falling back to his knees to finish his earlier task.

We sat for a while in silence but for our heaving breath, and he collected himself and rose to his feet again. A servant came by with a selection of gags to offer him, but he waved her away with a laugh, explaining that he intended to take me to Mandy's Apparatus, and he wanted to hear every single thought that I had of it. As he undid the bonds and helped me up, I glanced at myself in the mirror, and the terrible thought that had been plaguing me of late returned to my head once more, a cruel thought, a merciless thought:

God damn but this non-stop red-hot BDSM sucking and fucking was getting kinda dull.